Floating feet are useless feet but in some dreamt landscape. Wearing leopard-print shoes but unable to walk for too long or go too far away is like walking inside some kind of cage.
Outside I can feel the cage.
Inside, there’s no cage.
Illness has been coming, fading and coming change so many perceptions that I became some kind of odd creature with an intermittent cage. A leopard-shoed woman running fast inside, going far away. Yet with limited movements outside.
